“She had fallen over a cliff; I found her and did not know what to do. Therefore I came to you,” he explained as briefly as possible.
But the Indian woman made no reply at all; she merely grunted. However, she put down her work and, picking Bettina up, disappeared inside her house.
The young man lay down on a mat outside the opening which served for the door. Ten minutes went by. He could hear the woman moving about inside. Then he thought he heard a voice that was not an Indian’s.
Afterwards Nampu came out and sat down at her pottery again.
“She will be all right soon. Sleep now best. Awake, tell us where she come from. Then you can go find friends.”
So they waited and Se-kyal-ets-tewa saw the sun setting behind his village and heard the peculiar bark of the coyote that comes at evening, and the short, quick yelp of the prairie wolf.
Only once did the companions speak. Then the young man asked.
“Where is Dawapa?”
“She come later; gone to get water.”
Really it was Bettina who aroused them both.